recently I met her during a routine security check....
The respectable representative of the great British institution...W.I or Women´s Institute.
Tweeded, brown shod, (sensible), small tidy and neat handbag, be-hatted, and well equipped with a seniority brooch affixed as per general rule whatever on the right hand lapel....
"you would like me to do what" ..she exclaimed..drawing my attention.
I assumed that she had been asked to show her collection of private, creams and soaps and such like to a Gulag officer, to determine it passing into a one liter plastic bag.
Or maybe to raise her arms to height deemed both unpractical and un-ladylike for a flagship of her dignity!
Or worse still to place a non-existent Laptop in a tray...but no...
Attlia, demanded that she should remove her shoes!.....
the resounding exclamation of "don´t be silly young man" reverberated through the security area, followed by a resolutely determined madam sailing forth !....
We, mere mortals...followed meekly. shoeless, beltless and very much in awe....
The respectable representative of the great British institution...W.I or Women´s Institute.
Tweeded, brown shod, (sensible), small tidy and neat handbag, be-hatted, and well equipped with a seniority brooch affixed as per general rule whatever on the right hand lapel....
"you would like me to do what" ..she exclaimed..drawing my attention.
I assumed that she had been asked to show her collection of private, creams and soaps and such like to a Gulag officer, to determine it passing into a one liter plastic bag.
Or maybe to raise her arms to height deemed both unpractical and un-ladylike for a flagship of her dignity!
Or worse still to place a non-existent Laptop in a tray...but no...
Attlia, demanded that she should remove her shoes!.....
the resounding exclamation of "don´t be silly young man" reverberated through the security area, followed by a resolutely determined madam sailing forth !....
We, mere mortals...followed meekly. shoeless, beltless and very much in awe....
